Текст песни голос в подъезде - теория маятников

the fate of the holding hand,
the cold blade kisses skull.
I do not feel heart knock,
but I hear the creaking of my favorite
childhood swing ...
mind repeats: & quot; run & quot ;,
but his legs are firmly on the ground,
I was looking for. I found love,
but I loved the solitude.
Take away the laughter,
Tears leave mothers.
life told me:
& quot; it is easy to find
be ready
lose & quot ;.
and now we smoke. to let off steam.
as opposed to passing couples we are silent.
from a good time will be the memory.
smile - a couple of wrinkles.
and here I stand alone.
the temptation to go back
ago hot on the trail.
inside - does not hurt,
inside - does not hurt,
apparently confused love again
with persistence.

I do not feel heart knock,
but I distinctly hear the rhythm
feelings of dying waltz.
Kohl said he will leave,
go.
Kohl you said & quot; & quot ;, goodbye
be ready
forever
say goodbye.